by upright | Apr 7, 2016 | Arts & Culture |
by upright | Apr 4, 2016 | Ulysses |
He walked on. Where is my hat, by the way? Must have put it back on the peg. Or hanging up on the floor. Funny I don’t remember that. Hallstand too full. Four umbrellas, her raincloak. Picking up the letters. Drago’s shopbell ringing. Queer I was just...
by upright | Apr 1, 2016 | Ulysses |
He felt heavy, full: then a gentle loosening of his bowels. He stood up, undoing the waistband of his trousers. The cat mewed to him. —Miaow! he said in answer. Wait till I’m ready. Heaviness: hot day coming. Too much trouble to fag up the stairs to the landing....
by upright | Mar 30, 2016 | Arts & Culture |
by upright | Mar 28, 2016 | Ulysses |
He smiled with troubled affection at the kitchen window. Day I caught her in the street pinching her cheeks to make them red. Anemic a little. Was given milk too long. On the ERIN’S KING that day round the Kish. Damned old tub pitching about. Not a bit funky....
